Three months later, three miles outside Luodu City, a strange beast pulled a luxury car forward slowly.
The alien beast looked strange, with a black and red body, wings on its back, a ferocious face, double horns on its head, and a pair of vicious fangs exposed under its mouth. It exuded an aura of cruelty and cruelty.
It is the Demon Mangtao, a relic from ancient times.
It is said that his ancestor was Tao Xi, the leader of the four ferocious beasts.
On both sides of the luxury car, there were two rows of burly men wearing animal skins riding fierce black tigers silently forward.
The leader is different from the others. He is wearing pitch black armor, has a rugged appearance, and is as tall as an iron tower.
The black tiger he rides is also different, with black wings and three eyes.
The Evil Tiger is a unique species in the wilderness, and can only be equipped by the army of the Southern Wilderness Royal Court.
That luxurious car is also the car of the Southern Wilderness Royal Court.
At the same time, three clear bells suddenly sounded in the Imperial Palace in Luodu, turning into billowing waves of sound and spreading to every corner of Luodu.
The majestic and deep voice of Emperor Han slowly sounded in the air like the voice of heaven.
"Welcome the eldest princess back to the capital."
At this moment, countless powerful men in the imperial palace raised their heads and looked into the distance, their eyes extremely sharp.
Those cold eyes seemed to be able to see the slowly advancing car through layers of void.
Then they bowed their heads slightly in that direction in greeting.
Deep in Qingyun Street, seven magnificent momentums soared into the sky from different directions at the same time, intertwining and surging in the air.
Seven powerful sounds with different timbres exploded in the air.
"Honor the Great Emperor Shengyu."
Countless people in the city listened to these voices with horrified expressions on their faces.
The emperor issued orders and the seven emperors received decrees. What does this mean?
Is it just because the eldest princess has returned to Beijing?
There are many old people with sharp faces. They know what happened a thousand years ago and what it means for the eldest princess to return to the capital.
It is said that the soldiers and horses guarding the Southern Wilderness border in Longting were mobilized half a year ago.
Millions of brave soldiers gathered on the border, making the Southern Wilderness royal court panic and uneasy.
God, things are going to change.
The carriages from the Nanhuang Royal Court soon arrived at the gate of Luodu City.
At this time, the east gate of Luodu opened wide, and countless soldiers wearing black armor knelt on one knee.
They all said in unison: "Welcome the eldest princess to return to the capital."
A corner of the curtain of the imperial carriage was lifted, revealing an alluring face.
Liu Yu'er looked at the black armor all over the city, with mixed feelings in her heart.
She has not returned to Luodu for a long time.
Ever since the moment she got married to the Southern Wasteland Imperial Court a thousand years ago, the Longting Imperial Palace was just a place she missed late at night, out of reach.
Liu Yuer put down the car curtain and sat up straight. Opposite her there was a boy of about sixteen years old sitting there.
The young man has dark skin and a proud look on his face.
He looked at the majestic Luodu through the gap in the car curtain and marveled in his heart.
This is Luodu. It is indeed magnificent. It is many times more prosperous than the Southern Wasteland. No wonder my father...
It's all this woman's fault.
Tuo Da Jingyun looked at Liu Yu'er with some disgust, but did not dare to show it too obviously.
The car drove slowly through Luodu and arrived at Qingyun Street.
Many people on Qingyun Street bowed respectfully when they saw the eldest princess's carriage, and their eyes were filled with the most sincere respect.
"We sincerely welcome the eldest princess back to the capital."
The burly general in black armor rode on the evil tiger and was on guard.
Because from the moment he entered Qingyun Street, he felt seven different kinds of faint power shrouding him.
He was frightened just by feeling that kind of power.
At that moment, he felt the shocking coercion that could only be felt by the king.
Although the seven powers only stayed on him for a moment and then faded away like a tide, they also made him break out in cold sweat.
Is this the true heritage of the big man?
Matamu sighed inwardly.
He is the commander of the barbarian king's bodyguard. He is at the imperial level and is very capable.
But he clearly understood that as long as he was willing, the seven breaths just now could easily destroy him.
The car drove slowly towards the imperial palace, with pedestrians kneeling and cheering.
Suddenly the car bumped over and stopped.
In front of the car, there was a little boy about seven years old standing in the middle of the deserted street, blocking the car's path.
There was a little beast lying on his head, and he was holding a milk bag in his hand. He was sipping and looking at Che Hu, full of curiosity.
A soldier from the Southern Wilderness Royal Court rode forward on an evil tiger and said in a cold voice: "The Royal Court is driving them away, and the rest of the people are waiting to retreat quickly."
The little boy ignored him and actually walked straight towards the luxury car in the center.
"Be bold!"
The barbarian soldier glared, and the evil tiger beneath him raised its huge tiger palm and struck hard.
A black shadow shrouded the little boy's head, and under the huge tiger's palm, his already petite figure looked even smaller.
The little boy continued to walk forward, and the little beast above him opened a pair of beast eyes.
A shocking roar rose from the ground and vibrated in the air.
At this moment, almost all the evil tigers lay on the ground uncontrollably, and all the barbarians fell.
Even the demon that was driving the cart was crying and stomping around, and the ferocious beast's face was full of uneasiness.
The evil tiger in front of the little boy did the same, paralyzed on the ground and making a whining sound.
He approached Chechu as if nothing had happened. Matamu stood in front of him and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Matamu looked shocked.
After the roar just now, although the evil tiger king under his seat did not crawl to the ground, he could clearly feel the trembling underneath him.
That is the fear engraved deep in the soul, and it is the uneasiness and panic that a subordinate feels when facing a superior.
The little boy raised his head slightly and looked up at Matamu.
A gust of breeze blew by, blowing away his messy bangs, revealing a pair of golden pupils.
Matamu was shocked.
As the commander of the Royal Guards, of course he knew what it was.
The golden pupil is a divine pupil that only members of the Han royal family can possess!
Matamu lowered his head slightly and asked in a deep voice: "I wonder which young highness from Longting is here in person."
The little boy ignored him and looked at Che Hu with golden pupils.
At this time, the car curtain was gently opened again, and a graceful and elegant figure got out of the car, followed by the proud young man behind her.
Liu Yuer came to the little boy's side, her beautiful eyes full of tenderness.
"You must be Huai'er."
The little boy also made his voice for the first time.
"Eldest Imperial Sister?"
His voice is as timeless and ethereal as a clear spring, and very pleasant to listen to.
Liu Yuer nodded slightly, Qingcheng's face full of smiles.
"I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances."
"You are really brave, blocking the convoy by yourself."
The little boy smiled and opened his arms.
Liu Yu'er understood and gently picked him up and returned to the car, followed closely by the proud young man.
Soon, the convoy started moving forward again.
The demon mang Taoist who was pulling the chariot had restrained all his violence and ferocity, and walked slowly and peacefully.
Because it clearly felt a faint kingly aura in the car it was pulling behind.
Qilin is the well-deserved king among countless beast races.